"Why not?"
A clear voice rang out, Bo Yimo walked over from behind. Dressed in a khaki trench coat, the British style made him look dashing and charismatic as he walked.
His appearance surprised everyone.
Bo Yimo passed by Dong Feifei without a second glance, heading straight towards Tong Yan.
"Brother Yimo," Dong Feifei weakly called out.
She thought he would cherish her, but unexpectedly, he was indifferent, "Little Nine, take Feifei back."
As a personal bodyguard, he had to handle all sorts of tasks, fully rounded in education, sports, and arts. Besides paying attention to the master's personal life, he also had to placate the master's admirers, like Miss Dong.
Little Nine felt tired just thinking about it.
He walked up to Dong Feifei, "Miss Dong, please."
Dong Feifei was unwilling, stepping back a few steps, and arrogantly raising her head, "Little Nine, how dare you!"
Little Nine sighed, he was really troubled too, the master was truly heartless towards Miss Dong.
